Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[SaphireTsuki]

"Right." She told him, still stubbornly refusing to drop into the abyss of her mind. They had a few hours of daylight, she had wounds... wounds... I should be binding these. Absently she reached for a pack, any pack, to grab the bandages she kept inside. Yes, the more she bled the less damage the poison could do, but she was already feeling the effects of it, and though the wounds had mostly scabbed over, she still had to wrap them and clean the wounds at their next camp. So, she dug into the first bag she'd found, careful not to take anything out, and found a set of bandages.

 

[Neshimo]

"Hold on there..." Finishing setting up, going so quickly out of fear they might not have much time, he gets out a bottle of penicillin spray for wounds. Seeing as what he's about too do, a slight hesitation first, as he looks at her. "I'm going too be undressing you too treat your wounds if that's alright with you, seeing as it might not be the best for you too sloppily do it yourself." An honest statement, though she is still a female, so as the well raised child he was, and good heartened man he still is, the first aid kit is right next too him, awaiting for her approval.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire nods, glad she'd worn an undersuit, though that was probably ruined too. At least she'd bound her upper body well, so he'd be able to get it overwith and done before anything... odd happened. She untied her cloak, letting it fall and reveal her traditional clothing, and began to untie the base that held her top from the Hakama. "Just get it over with."

 

[Neshimo]

"Understood." Base response from a base operation. Nothing much too bind except the pain of penicillin against large cuts, well lets just say screaming isn't uncommon. Lifting up, just so he can get the gashes on her sides, he sprays, 4 seconds for each, then sets and removes a cloth with gel, too help as a second set of skin. After which, he gives her the bandaging which she so needs. "And, for your smaller cuts, just a simple band aid will do." He lowers her shirt once more, then gently places one on her arm from the graze, and one on her cheek, from where the poison initially started. With two hard pats too her in injured arm, he begins packing back up the first aid kit, and gathering their things so that he can carry her and the luggage with the utmost speed.


He comes up with a botch backpacks on himself, and carrying his bow around the waist, curved around his stomach, tied too a loop in his pants, with the quiver attached too his leg. Her own bow being portable, he wraps around her, along with her swords traditionally too her sides. He leaves the lighter fuild, knowing he has his steel tips too make a fire with flint if needed. With that, he turns on his power gloves, seeing them already at 85%, so he quickly picks her up where he left her, and continues onto the next camp site.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire, having set her cuts to rights while he was packing, sat on the rock until he picked her up. At this point her mind was too muddled to register that she was being carried, or that it was by a man who was, apparently, carrying not only her but all of their stuff. She lay her head on him, more out of an inability to keep it up on her own than a desire to be closer to him, and her eyes drooped closed as she finally lost the fight against the sedative. One arm, laying on her lap, dropped to hang below her as her breathing slowed.

 

[Neshimo]

A skip till the dusk, he'd been walking nearly 4 hours with all of them, and his power gloves were on 5% after having to carry so much so far. Yet he makes it into a building, a hide out for the smugglers of information for their faction. He'd finally made it into the neighboring city, but it'd still be a long way until the capital was reached. After being shown their room, and gently setting Saphire down on a nearby bed, slowly he takes off all the supplies he'd been carrying, he picks a corner, and just as easily as her, drifts off too sleep, needing his 15, and maybe even 30 minutes for the week.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Slowly becoming more aware of the area around her Saphire sat up, the first thought in her head being Soft. Too soft. Where am I? She, now opening her eyes, stretches from what may have been her most helpful rest in a week. Which was good, because she needed to practice her skills so what happened earlier didn't reoccur. Wait, I'm at the next town, right? So, where's... "Jamil?" The whispered answer upon seeing him, not wearing a blanket or charging his tools, and a soft sigh. Taking the blanket off of her bed she put it on him, gently taking the gloves and moving them to charge on the nearby outlet. Looking down, noticing that somehow he'd also brought her cloak, she wrinkled her nose. First, she had to mend the clothes with a needle and thread.

 

[Neshimo]

Breaths still soft, yet louder than anyone ever might hear him, nothing brings him out of this sleep. A state of nothingness, and his dreams are black. His whole mind is nearly at a shutdown, save everything that doesn't control his main bodily functions as so he can wake back up when his 30 minutes are over, 25 minutes already have passed since he fell into his slumber. Her taking odd his gauntlets, or placing the sheet over him for comfort applied, though he's trained for it not too wake up unless his body is put in serious bodily harm. All that will wake him now, is himself.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire, not quite smiling but seeming glad to see him like this, resting for once, begins to sing a soft lullaby while she stretches. "Yasashii yoru wo shinjite..." The near quiet voice would, she hoped, keep him calm and sleeping for a bit longer. Her arms rose, the pose of the Warrior in Yoga her first stretch, "Hito wa, minna matteru, watashi wa anata wo, yasashiku mimamooteru. Dakara, watashi wo shinjite, otonashiku nemure."

 

[Neshimo]

"M ...ot." A small whisper escapes from his mouth, signalling his awakening would be coming soon. While waking up ho could be influenced, and the soothing voice was a temptation, though he'd trained himself better than too stay asleep than too a small lullaby he'd here every so often. After his five minutes were up, his body sensing he's not endangered, go through the usual routine. Not opening his eyes at all, he stretches first, though not just his arms, he stretches down too his toes, legs spread apart. Feeling the cover over him doesn't bother the ritual at least, as he yawns then cracks his knuckles, and popping where ever he felt an abnormality, or crick, then finally opening his eyes too the room around him. Now focused on Saphire, a calm smile appears while his tired gaze just stares into hers, and his hand reaches too pat her head. "Your feeling better, then?" The pause could clearly be connected too by how tired his mind still is, even if his body is raring too go.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire, feeling well but noticing the pause in his tone, frowns. "You, sir, should have taken the chance to sleep normally. You're obviously still tired, at least mentally." Yes, it was obvious his body was active, but sleep... "You do more than rest when sleeping, after all. It's how your mind comes to terms with the actions of the day." So go back to sleep you idiot. You'll only make the same mistakes I did earlier if you don't. I guarantee it.

 

[Neshimo]

"Well, sorry too break the news too you, but our missions aren't over with. I only need my mind too act simply when I'm fighting. Which is why these plans are so important too follow for me." His body still hasn't moved from that spot at all, and he feels as if he could stay there forever, and if he didn't have so little on his mind, he probably could, but it's because he does only have those little thoughts. Why he's doing this, why he needs too finish these missions, and now a new thought, protecting her when she gets out of it. "Though you do have a point don't you, but I've come too terms with what's happened lately, I promise. Not sleeping for long is normal for me as I've told you before, just needed a quick nap after all the carrying, even with the power gloves, that didn't make the terrain much easier too cross without all the jangling, and my body's just sore."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Her eyes narrowed, "Sleep, Jamil. I will take out that dagger and drug you myself if I have to, we don't need to move on until the morning anyway. Yes, I checked." Well, no she hadn't, but she doubted they would be upset if she forced her partner to rest. And frankly, it was not good for him to force himself to sleep so little when he had the chance to rest, so she did what came naturally. She took out the still poisoned knife, ready to cut him with it if necessary. "Now, are you going to sleep, or am I going to have to drug you. It only takes a nick, and it'll be stronger on you... might even last a full eight hours." Stronger because he wasn't bleeding.

 

[Neshimo]

"You're going too really threaten me, well you are better at close quarters than me, though you haven't checked...Though technically it only takes one of us too do this mission, but since I'm the long range, I'd rather not leave a sniper assassination too you in your condition, so if you'll excuse me..." A distraction, he quickly throws the sheet covering him at her, hopefully stalling her long enough as he runs over too grab an un-tipped arrow. These were still strong as her knife so it'd be a good enough weapon too block for right now. She's weaker for now from the wounds, though his body is still sore, so she's still probably far better than him. "I'm sorry, but I'll need you too not too touch me with that knife. Maybe an hour of sleep at the most, but a full eight? That's something that wont happen, and if I sleep now...I may be asleep for more than an hour. Again, something that's not happening..."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

The blanket didn't really phase her, it was too obvious a choice. Still, it did obscure her vision long enough for him to grab his arrow, and Saphire glared at him, seemingly totally focused on him getting rest, "You need to sleep Right after the assassination, got it? I will keep the dagger, and I will duplicate the sedative poison within it." She meant it, she'd spend all night figuring it out if necessary. Of course, she'd only copy the poison once, before making her own version of it, but he didn't need to know that. "And I'm going with you, right away. I'm not leaving you to die if you miss."

 

[Neshimo]

"I see, so much just too get me asleep, though copying the poison would be helpful, could even tip some of my arrows with it." Smiling, he puts the arrow down, and looks at her worryingly. "Me, missing, you underestimate me again. Just because I'm sore doesn't mean I can't still do my job as long range. Come with if you want, it won't be as glamorously dangerous as you might think it is..." He ignores the part about him going too sleep after his kill, and heads off too a barracks too grab the sniper rifle prepared for him, checking each and every part too make sure it's optimized for the range he will be shooting. "Quite the beauty, and it's an armor ripper. Can even pierce a tank, so a vest won't do much good."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire continued to scowl at him, her setting up her own lazor-bow. It wouldn't have as much reach as his, but it would be a good insurance policy if the enemy arrived. "You are sleeping, Jamil." Just not now. As soon as they returned to the room he would rest, she kept the dagger to ensure it. Nothing was goinh to keep her from getting him to sleep, like a normal person, for this one night. At least for a while he would be more aware.

 

[Neshimo]

"Don't give me such a sour look..." He can feel her disapproval of his actions from the back of his neck. Not turning back, he begins too walk into the sewage system, trying his best too ignore that word. Sleeping isn't for him anymore, he only rests for his mind anymore, sleeping isn't is for people who can't get dreams. "I couldn't hear you over the water..." His stubbornness too budge about this topic will most likely get him hurt one day, but for now, he had too focus.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A soft sigh was his only answer as she followed him, looking down from his form now. Of course he would be serious about life but not his own health. OF course. What, did he have nightmares? So did she, so he would get over that soon. When she wasn't having nightmares she was having the fractured dreams of someone who could only remember some things, again not that big a deal. So, she decided that he would sleep well, at least when sedated he wouldn't have to worry about good or bad dreams.

 

[Neshimo]

Seeing the hatch on the map, he heads up, leading into another building, and the sound of at least 2 tanks, and marching can be heard on a further road. "Found them, come on, we have too hurry." Quickly without closing the hatch, he heads up the stairs, not wishing too miss the opportunity given too him, fully knowing he has more time than he thinks, the third story of this building is all that worries him now.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire silently followed him. She closed the hatch, knowing she can catch up relatively quickly, and dashes over to him with little sound heralding her. Once she was behind him she asked, not truly worried but still curious, "Who are we assassinating?" Her bow was adjusted, a lower intensity of energy during the non-drawing time, to lessen the chances of being seen. Yes, her bow was portable, but it wasn't exactly subtle. Only her speed and accuracy let it be used for combat as she was used to it.

 

[Neshimo]

"Her..." A military leader, coming down from the main road, I'm already aimed down at a certain spot. With no scope, my eyes can still easily hit. Gretchen Lilith the 4th, her family known too be off the deep end, or borderline insane as most see it. She, standing on top of a tank, 2nd in the row, surround by her precious guard drones, know for their incredible resistance when shot. Though that doesn't matter too him, as he already knows where too aim. "I'm going too have too ask you too stay quiet for about 2 minutes, please?"

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire nodded, drawing her bow experimentally, yes it was working correctly. She let the loaded energy return to the system, careful to keep the entire process underneath the cement roof, it wouldn't be easy for them to detect the bow or the light, if they weren't looking for it. She stepped back a few feet, letting Jamil have his moment of comparative glory.

 

[Neshimo]

A silence passes over as you can hear the sound of her barking orders, it truly is the voice of someone who's been controlling her loved ones since childhood. Dominating, it's clear she's trying too make sure no revolutions transpire around the city, showing off her military might over this city. He takes a breath, one eye shut as a scope would glare and give them away which is why one wasn't requested. His eyes were good enough for this shot, and one one final exhale, he pulls the trigger. The bullet ricochets off of the tank, under the legs of her protective clones, into the tank where the real Gretchen was hiding. Even if she is that dominating, she wouldn't come out that exposed, though her guards would never be too far from her. The fake Gretchen, takes off the wig, going in too check on her boss, only too find a bullet in her heart.


Though, something was off, it wasn't them. It was was him, Jamil, and he sensed it as soon as he pulled the trigger. What was that sound so loud that..."Shit..., come on!" He messed up, after doing everything he could too make sure it would pierce the tank, he didn't check to make sure the damn silencer was on, completely giving away their position as the tanks slowly turn towards us, and soldiers moving in too apprehend us.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire refused to glare at him, instead silently moving after his steps. She kept the bow lit, now, ready to fire at the slightest hint of dnger. Idiot. This is what I was worried about! None of her thoughts, mostly centered on keeping-you-alive and that-was-stupid, made it to her carefully blank face. No, she was looking, always, behind and around them, ready to move at the slightest provocation, her mind in -keep-my-body-safe mode, going only as fast as he did.